I’m not exactly sure what it means to be a feminist, but I assume it includes considering females beyond gender stereotypes. If that’s reasonably close, then the first big feminist choice I remember making occurred in 1957 when I decked Kathy McMinn as she was racing for home. Read More
The rewards of remembering death.
Why are my wife and I such good friends?
Not knowing hasn’t kept me from happiness.
When I brought her coffee in bed on our anniversary, as I do many mornings, I said to Dear that it’s a strange thing when the number of years we’ve been married feels bigger than the number of years we’ve been alive.
Which got me thinking: I bet that’s not an uncommon sensation for those who live in wonder at the vastness of existence. People like us, really.
The joy we know today makes it easy to appreciate the time and pain and despair it can take to discover a peaceful heart. It is joy born of becoming ever better at surrender, a skill enhanced by the angels of bullshit who, when necessary, wrench from our clutch whatever we mistake for serious business. Read More
"The push to change the words “nigger” and “injun” in Mark Twain’s Huckleberry Finn, because the so-called offensive nature of those terms might limit today’s readership and appreciation of that literary classic, is a wonderful opportunity to reflect on how we avoid taking responsibility for our feelings––and therefore miss the chance to become more awake, more whole, more useful friends to one another."
The Essay: The Gold in Niggers and Injuns
